Asking For Directions
The first place Tyr entered was a tavern deeper inside of the town. It was the largest one he had seen, so naturally, it caught his attention.
The half-doors swung open as he stepped inside the dimly lit bar.
The establishment was lively with chatter, as expected. Many men and women sat around tables spread across the floor, most boasting in a drunken state.
The bar was large, with close to 50 large tables and several dozen duplet seating arrangements as well.
Four large wooden pillars stuck out near the center of the room.
At the very back was a long bar table with tall barstools and a marble counter.
Behind the counter were shelves filled with high-grade spirits, fine wine, and barrels of booze.
Noticing a bartender working the table alone, Tyr decided to head straight over and ask for directions to the Ten High Peak Faction.
'Should be pretty straightforward...' Tyr said to himself as he began to move toward the back.